MEM. He has sent fire from His lofty habitation, He has brought it into my bones: He has spread a net for my feet, He has turned me back: He has made me desolate and mourning all the day.

THAU. Let all their wickedness come before Your face, and strip them, as they have made a gleaning for all my sins: for my groans are many, and my heart is grieved.

And to those who are left of you I will bring bondage into their heart in the land of their enemies; and the sound of a shaken leaf shall chase them, and they shall flee as fleeing from war, and shall fall when none pursues them.

Why should you be smitten anymore, transgressing more and more? The whole head is pained, and the whole heart sad.

mortally with the pain of your distressed heart.

Why do they fear, and turn back? Even because their mighty men shall be slain: They have utterly fled, and being hemmed in they have not rallied, says the Lord.

And it shall come to pass, if they shall say to you, Why do you groan? That you shall say, For the report; because it comes: and every heart shall break, and all hands shall become feeble, and all flesh and every spirit shall faint, and all thighs shall be defiled with moisture: behold, it comes, says the Lord.

and the weak ones be multiplied at every gate- they are given up to the slaughter of the sword; it is well fitted for slaughter, it is well fitted for glittering.

Therefore will I begin to smite you; I will destroy you in your sins.

CHAPH. My eyes have failed with tears, my heart is troubled, my glory is cast down to the ground, for the destruction of the daughter of my people; while the infant and suckling swoon in the streets of the city.

Moreover among those nations He will not give you quiet, neither by any means shall the sole of your foot have rest; and the Lord shall give you there another and a misgiving heart, and failing eyes, and a wasting soul.

For my eyes are dimmed through pain, I have been grievously beset by all.

My eye is troubled because of my wrath; I am worn out because of all my enemies.

Pity me, O Lord, for I am afflicted; my eye is troubled with indignation, my soul and my belly.

I am weary [of] crying, my throat has become hoarse; my eyes have failed by my waiting on my God.

As a swallow, so will I cry, and as a dove, so do I mourn; for my eyes have failed from looking to the height of heaven to the Lord, who has delivered me,